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I'm reminded of how I used to hate the word "acceptance" when used in the stages of grief after I lost my Mum. Acceptance sounded to me like I was ok with something. Acceptance in that circumstance eventually meant for me accepting that this is how things are and trying to make the most of the life I hadn't chosen.

Love love love this post! I also used to think on "acceptance" as a sort of synonym for "giving in" or "giving up", a sort of throwing-in-the-towel feeling. Whereas now it feels more like "healing" or "getting off the damn merry go round" or "moving forward with the life I have." Such a powerful post that I wish I could send back to myself over a year ago.

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This is my blog on living and loving life without children after infertility. Currently I'm a blogger, a self-employed businessperson, amateur photographer, and keen traveller - though I'm an armchair traveller right now, along with the rest of the world.

This is a space for thoughts on my No Kidding lifestyle, the good and the bad, remembering what was lost, and celebrating what I have.

My husband and I are the stereotypical couple without children who love to travel. I am (at) travellingMali on Instagram and there I post photos of various trips internationally, past and present, and of NZ travels, along with the occasional photos from where I live.

In 2013 I travelled in Europe and the Middle East for five months, and kept a blog at Lemons to Limoncello.

I also had a travelblog some years ago, but stopped posting in 2012. You can find it at Mali's Travelalphablog. I'm hoping to start a travel blog again, so watch this space!